Sex and the City 2

[Peikko 1,575]

This put me in mind of a stunned and disillusioned childhood of multimedia consumption in the 1970s: watching the adventures of that sexy quartet, Kirk, Spock, Scotty and Bones, as with eternal dynamism they pursued space adventures on TV. And yet, up on the big screen, with each new movie … why did they look increasingly slow and dull and tired, often wearing new outfits which didn't look very good? Perhaps, with Sex and the City 4, we will be treated to a heart-rending Death of Spock-type scene, in which Samantha is fired out of a Manhattan penthouse window in a sparkly coffin, having first transferred her "katra" to a demure assistant.

Anyway, Carrie and her best buds get it together for another big-screen go-around in this misjudged and quite incredibly boring sequel. As ever, the stars are Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrall, Kristin Davis and Cynthia Nixon as columnist-turned-bestselling-author Carrie, heroically lascivious PR Samantha, Park Avenue princess Charlotte and smart lawyer Miranda. It is two years on from the last movie. Charlotte and Miranda are happy, if stressed, moms; Samantha is single and staving off the menopause with weird vitamins and Carrie is still married to smug Big (Chris Noth), but the romance is leaking out of their relationship. And iPhones, which so baffled Carrie in the last movie, are now ubiquitous. The gang have lots of fun at a gay wedding, there are a couple of nice jokes and then … well, something absolutely awful happens. Do they all get crushed by an oblong-shaped asteroid while they're doing that empowered four-abreast march down the sidewalk? Do they get wiped out by swine flu? Do they have an epiphany and retreat to a nunnery in Lille? No.

They go to Abu Dhabi! That's right. The big plot twist is that Samantha is offered a very unappetising all-expenses-paid junket in Abu Dhabi and gets to invite her three BFs. Naturally you'd expect the scenes in Abu Dhabi to last, ooh, maybe two, three minutes, tops – enough for some gags about deserts and camels and American outsiders clumsily misunderstanding Middle Eastern culture, and then surely we're back to zingy Manhattan. But oh no.

We are stuck in Abu Dhabi for almost the entire film. Abu Dhabi. In the United Arab Emirates. That Abu Dhabi. As 10 minutes turned into half an hour and then into an hour, and we were still in Abu Dhabi, with the foursome landed with having to gaze in wonderment and squeak with excitement at naff hotel fixtures and fittings, I sensed a claustrophobic panic growing at the screening I attended. Like Martin Sheen waking from his uneasy slumber in Apocalypse Now and thinking: "######, I'm still in Saigon," various members of the audience would emerge from their periodic reveries and mumble out loud: "######, Carrie and her friends and by that token we the audience are still in Abu Dhabi." I once watched Béla Tarr's Sátántangó, the legendary, gloomy black-and-white Hungarian film that lasts for seven and a half hours. Compared to the Abu Dhabi section of Sex And The City 2, Sátántangó zips past like an episode of Spongebob Squarepants.

What is going on? Is writer-director Michael Patrick King a massive fan of Abu Dhabi? Is he an evangelist for Abu Dhabi as a rockin' holiday destination? Or he is, conversely, consumed with a desire to satirise Abu Dhabi as an unsuitable place to visit? There is a strange scene on board the plane headed out there, when the crew of the (fictional) airline Afdal Air ostentatiously offer the ladies a welcoming glass of champagne — in exactly the way that the winning couple on the 1980s TV show Blind Date would invariably be offered an airborne glass of bubbly as a way of advertising the airline company who were bankrolling the prize. Weirdly, the film is not shot in Abu Dhabi but Morocco. It's a puzzle.

Anyway, our heroines have lots of dull misadventures out in Abu Dhabi, which is presented as a modern Middle Eastern luxury hotel complex with burqas and tradition, but also nightclubs and fun and drinks and karaoke – no cigarettes, though. Samantha meets a foxily grey-haired Danish architect who looks about as attractive as Harold Shipman, but nonetheless she has a romantic liaison with him on the beach, which gets her into hilarious trouble with the law. And then Carrie runs into a very significant person in the souk. Soon, assignations are being arranged and Charlotte warns Carrie that she is "playing with fire". Later, some burqa-clad ladies remove their veils to reveal that they are wearing New York-style fashions. That strikes me as playing with fire rather more dangerously than Carrie's flirtatious dinner-date.

Well, the way ahead could be Sex and the City: the Next Generation, at which each of the foursome's assistants team up for younger-level adventures. Or maybe some sort of prequel. Candace Bushnell, author of the original column and book, has in fact already published a teen-lit tale of Carrie's schooldays. Or perhaps it's time to call it a day. After all, they'll always have Abu Dhabi.

Link

[Amby 490]

I already have tickets to see it on Friday I was just watching the news and this guy said it's almost 3hrs long?!!!

Edited May 26, 2010 by Amby

[Peikko 1,575]

Be prepared! I hope you have a great evening regardless

[Usui Takumi 1,562]

This put me in mind of a stunned and disillusioned childhood of multimedia consumption in the 1970s: watching the adventures of that sexy quartet, Kirk, Spock, Scotty and Bones, as with eternal dynamism they pursued space adventures on TV. And yet, up on the big screen, with each new movie … why did they look increasingly slow and dull and tired, often wearing new outfits which didn't look very good? Perhaps, with Sex and the City 4, we will be treated to a heart-rending Death of Spock-type scene, in which Samantha is fired out of a Manhattan penthouse window in a sparkly coffin, having first transferred her "katra" to a demure assistant.

Anyway, Carrie and her best buds get it together for another big-screen go-around in this misjudged and quite incredibly boring sequel. As ever, the stars are Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrall, Kristin Davis and Cynthia Nixon as columnist-turned-bestselling-author Carrie, heroically lascivious PR Samantha, Park Avenue princess Charlotte and smart lawyer Miranda. It is two years on from the last movie. Charlotte and Miranda are happy, if stressed, moms; Samantha is single and staving off the menopause with weird vitamins and Carrie is still married to smug Big (Chris Noth), but the romance is leaking out of their relationship. And iPhones, which so baffled Carrie in the last movie, are now ubiquitous. The gang have lots of fun at a gay wedding, there are a couple of nice jokes and then … well, something absolutely awful happens. Do they all get crushed by an oblong-shaped asteroid while they're doing that empowered four-abreast march down the sidewalk? Do they get wiped out by swine flu? Do they have an epiphany and retreat to a nunnery in Lille? No.

They go to Abu Dhabi! That's right. The big plot twist is that Samantha is offered a very unappetising all-expenses-paid junket in Abu Dhabi and gets to invite her three BFs. Naturally you'd expect the scenes in Abu Dhabi to last, ooh, maybe two, three minutes, tops – enough for some gags about deserts and camels and American outsiders clumsily misunderstanding Middle Eastern culture, and then surely we're back to zingy Manhattan. But oh no.

We are stuck in Abu Dhabi for almost the entire film. Abu Dhabi. In the United Arab Emirates. That Abu Dhabi. As 10 minutes turned into half an hour and then into an hour, and we were still in Abu Dhabi, with the foursome landed with having to gaze in wonderment and squeak with excitement at naff hotel fixtures and fittings, I sensed a claustrophobic panic growing at the screening I attended. Like Martin Sheen waking from his uneasy slumber in Apocalypse Now and thinking: "######, I'm still in Saigon," various members of the audience would emerge from their periodic reveries and mumble out loud: "######, Carrie and her friends and by that token we the audience are still in Abu Dhabi." I once watched Béla Tarr's Sátántangó, the legendary, gloomy black-and-white Hungarian film that lasts for seven and a half hours. Compared to the Abu Dhabi section of Sex And The City 2, Sátántangó zips past like an episode of Spongebob Squarepants.

What is going on? Is writer-director Michael Patrick King a massive fan of Abu Dhabi? Is he an evangelist for Abu Dhabi as a rockin' holiday destination? Or he is, conversely, consumed with a desire to satirise Abu Dhabi as an unsuitable place to visit? There is a strange scene on board the plane headed out there, when the crew of the (fictional) airline Afdal Air ostentatiously offer the ladies a welcoming glass of champagne — in exactly the way that the winning couple on the 1980s TV show Blind Date would invariably be offered an airborne glass of bubbly as a way of advertising the airline company who were bankrolling the prize. Weirdly, the film is not shot in Abu Dhabi but Morocco. It's a puzzle.

Anyway, our heroines have lots of dull misadventures out in Abu Dhabi, which is presented as a modern Middle Eastern luxury hotel complex with burqas and tradition, but also nightclubs and fun and drinks and karaoke – no cigarettes, though. Samantha meets a foxily grey-haired Danish architect who looks about as attractive as Harold Shipman, but nonetheless she has a romantic liaison with him on the beach, which gets her into hilarious trouble with the law. And then Carrie runs into a very significant person in the souk. Soon, assignations are being arranged and Charlotte warns Carrie that she is "playing with fire". Later, some burqa-clad ladies remove their veils to reveal that they are wearing New York-style fashions. That strikes me as playing with fire rather more dangerously than Carrie's flirtatious dinner-date.

Well, the way ahead could be Sex and the City: the Next Generation, at which each of the foursome's assistants team up for younger-level adventures. Or maybe some sort of prequel. Candace Bushnell, author of the original column and book, has in fact already published a teen-lit tale of Carrie's schooldays. Or perhaps it's time to call it a day. After all, they'll always have Abu Dhabi.

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They should have had one of the characters arrested for sex outside of marriage - that would make things more interesting!

[Jenn! 918]

They were denied permission to shoot in the UAE, apparently due to the "raciness" of the show, and had to film in Morocco instead.

[Empress of Groovy 373]

My husband forwarded me the same review earlier today. It sounds terrible. I thought the first one kinda sucked. That said, I'm sure I'll end up seeing it, maybe even at the movies. I wish I could ride a camel to the theater. That would be awesome.

[Fandango 1,439]

I thought the first one sucked as well, and I was a die-hard fan of the show. Saying that, Carrie begun to grate on my nerves quite a bit during the show's run. But I was kinda hoping for some redemption with this movie - hopeful, yet realistic....so I'm pretty sure it's gonna suck too.

[Peikko 1,575]

I am not sure the movie can be as bad as it is made to sound, and if you think you will like something about it, go and see, for the price of movie tickets can you really lose? I just really like blistering reviews, no matter what is being reviewed, if they are well written that was the point of the post.

[Fandango 1,439]

Of course I'm gonna go, heh.

[Trumplestiltskin 5,791]

Clearly it's not a movie for guys but as soon I hear it was set in Abu Dhabi something tells me the entire film will be set in and around luxury hotels.

Oh the drama that comes from sitting on a sun-lounger all day with a cocktail in hand

[Amby 490]

Clearly it's not a movie for guys but as soon I hear it was set in Abu Dhabi something tells me the entire film will be set in and around luxury hotels.

Oh the drama that comes from sitting on a sun-lounger all day with a cocktail in hand

you have obviously never went anywhere with my sister

[Marilyn. 340]

I might be going to see it tomorrow...

I never really watched the show... I would catch an episode here and there so when the first movie came out I wasn't sure if I wanted to see it or not but I did end up watching it and actaully liked it more then I thought I would....

[Peikko 1,575]

you have obviously never went anywhere with my sister

[Peikko 1,575]

I might be going to see it tomorrow...

I never really watched the show... I would catch an episode here and there so when the first movie came out I wasn't sure if I wanted to see it or not but I did end up watching it and actaully liked it more then I thought I would....

Reviews only really tell you so much - a film can be enjoyable even despite not ticking all the 'this is what makes a great film' boxes. I am sure the film is both fun and funny, whether or not it is the best it could be or not.

Edited May 28, 2010 by Madame Cleo

[Amby 490]

I saw it earlier...the theater had TONS of old ladies and one guy

It really was almost 3hrs long and I didn't like it as much as I liked the first movie. I'm not saying anything else because I don't want to give anything away.